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Don't know why. Don't know how.
If you do, please tell us.
Last I heard, they were renovating the second floor and bringing in a new cook.
But the South Broadway bar sure ain't open.
Tell ya what, though -- this photo ain't bad, considering I snapped it on my cell phone.
(Photo by me)
Erik Maza is a features reporter at the Baltimore Sun. He writes for several sections of the Sun paper and contributes weekly columns on music and nightlife. He also writes and edits the Midnight Sun blog. He often covers entertainment, business, and the business of entertainment. Occasionally, he writes about Four Loko, The Block, the liquor board, and those who practice "simulated sex with a potted palm tree." Before The Sun, he was a reporter at the Miami New Times. He's also written for Miami magazine, the Orlando Sentinel, the Sarasota Herald Tribune and the Gainesville Sun. Got tips? Gripes? Pitches? He's reachable at erik.maza@baltsun.com. Click here to keep up with the dumb music he's listening to.
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Comments
Man, a friend of mine and I were stumbling around there and he wanted to go in. He tried to open the door and it was locked. He was like, "What the eff?"
We looked in the windows and saw a group at the end of the bar drinking. We thought something's up. My friend loves to stir the pot so he knocked on the door. One guy turned, looked out at us with drink in hand and waved us off, very disgruntled. My thought at the time was somebody, meaning everybody in there, is getting fired. Now methinks it was the whistling oyster who got shucked. Dang Sessa! that's the title of this piece!
Posted by: Witness to Prosecution | July 29, 2008 2:00 PM
This is a true shame. There was a great painting of a matadora hanging near the end of the bar. I tried talking the bartender into letting my buy it - I didn't succeed. I guess my timing was off.
Posted by: Bob UU | July 29, 2008 3:38 PM
What do they mean by "This ride is temporarily out of order"?
Thewhistlingoyster.com now goes to a generic search page.
It also is/was on the Fell’s Point Haunted PubWalk: http://baltimore.metromix.com/events/tours_and_vacation/fell-s-point-haunted-fells-point/284262/content
also from: http://www.citypaper.com/arts/story.asp?id=14730
"There's the Whistling Oyster, where bar patrons have spied slaves in Colonial costume sweeping up the hearth."
Maybe the resident spirits are rebelling against the Whistling Oyster's new upstairs.
Posted by: GDA | July 30, 2008 1:45 AM
Has anyone gone there and had a great time? Having max's outcasts couldn't have hurt. This one is puzzle to me.
Posted by: justin | July 30, 2008 6:37 AM
Most memorable day for me at the Whistling Oyster:
Friend and I went to the Whistling Oyster early this spring. It was early afternoon and besides us, there was only the bartender and us. Anyway, a guy comes in with his dog, the dog jumps up on a barstool and the guy orders a natty boh. The bartender brings him the beer and a glass.............. The dog drank the beer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Snapped a pic on my cell phone!! Wish I knew how to send it to you!
Posted by: Suzie Q | July 30, 2008 9:39 AM
Mr. 21224 and I stopped in for oysters, natch, and were not kindly welcomed. We clearly weren't regulars and they clearly were not happy to see us. We've been back a few times, partially in defiance but mostly b/c the oysters were that good and inexpensive.
Posted by: 21224 | July 30, 2008 12:10 PM